It's fair to say that
If the trees protest
It would be fruitless
'Cause I'm feeling rootless myself
Our lungs have become too
Easily forgotten
Machine washable and
codependant

Well these aren't my eyes
I stole them from you
I hope you aren't startled
By the startling blue
But if I don't trust doctors
Then I don't trust you
How many geniuses does it take
To screw in a lightbulb?

For lack of a better word I might
Draw you some pictures
And send them in a lettre with a stamp
Our tongues have become too
Lacking in i.q.
Impulsive and
Less than eloquent

Well these aren't my eyes
I stole them from you
I hope you aren't startled
By the startling blue
The nurse with the perm
administers the cure
I squirm and I squirm
And I don't believe her.